I want to make as much of an impact on the world as the bus has on me in my dreams. But I can't control much of anything, sadly one of those things is me. I can only do the things I think are right. "Am I a good person?", the the thought keeps me every night in its clutches. It's hard because so much has changed, it's not easy to fix my ways but I can try, and I will try.
Was I doing something wrong? 'Cause I don't like what I've become. Even to myself now I'm a stranger in the corner. I don't know who I've become.
Maybe there is just nothing that I can do & everything I know's not true - but I can't live on a premise of madness. And there are so many things I've yet to find and so many things will be left behind. " What will be missed?" That's what on my mind.
Was I doing something wrong? 'Cause I don't like what I've become. Still to myself now in a stranger in that corner. I don't know who I've become.